| Am | F | Am | F | |
| The do | or it opened slo | wly, my fa | ther he came i | n |
| G | F | E | |
| I was ni | ne ye | ars o | ld |
| Am | F | Am | F | |
| And he st | ood so tall above | me, b | lue eyes they were sh | ining |
| G | F | E | |
| And his vo | ice was ve | ry co | ld |
| C | C/G | C | C/G | |
| He sa | id, "I've had a vis | ion and you kn | ow I'm strong and h | oly |
| D | C | B | |
| I must d | o what I | 've been to | ld" |
| F | Bb | F | Bb | |
| So he star | ted up the mou | ntain, I was run | ning, he was wal | king |
| F | G | A | |
| And his a | xe was ma | de of g | old |
| Well, the trees they got much smaller, the lake a lady's mirror |
| We stopped to drink some wine |
| Then he threw the bottle ove, broke a minute later |
| And he put his hand on mine |
| Thought I saw an eagle but it might have been a vulture |
| I never could decide |
| Then my father built an altar,he looked once behind his shoulder |
| He knew I would not hide |
| You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children |
| You must not do it anymore |
| A scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted |
| By a demon or a god |
| You who stand above them now, your hatchets blunt and bloody |
| You were not there before |
| When I lay upon a mountain and my father's hand was trembling |
| With the beauty of the word |
| And if you call me brother now, forgive me if I inquire |
| "Just according to whose plan?" |
| When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must |
| I will help you if I can |
| When it all comes down to dust I will help you if I must |
| I will kill you if I can |
| And mercy on our uniform, man of peace or man of war |
| The peacock spreads his fan |
| NOTE: use the standard Cohen picking style (see Winter Lady) |
| (from Songs From a Room, 1968) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |